I am driving up
85 in the
Kind of morning that
Lasts all afternoon
I'm just stuck inside the gloomFour more exits to
My apartment but
I am tempted to
Keep the car in drive
And leave it all behindCuz I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Why, why Georgia why?I rent a room and I
Fill the spaces with
Wooden places to
Make it feel like room
But all I feel's aloneIt might be a quarter life crisis
Or just a stirring in my soulEither way
I wonder sometimes about the outcome
Of a still verdictless lifeAm I living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Why, why Georgia why?
So what so I've got a smile on
But its hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don't believe me
Don't believe me
When I say I've got it downEverybody is
Just a stranger but
That's the danger in
Going my own way
I guess it's a price I have to pay
Still
"Everything happens
For a reason"
Is no reason not to ask myselfIf I'm living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it rightWhy, tell me why
Why, why Georgia why